One ___ to rule them all...

You know, I actually have nothing meaningful to post, so get ready for useless trivial crap.

Ate some white chocolate Lindt truffles. Two, actually, and they were pretty darn tasty. My dad always puts them in the freezer though, so they're wicked cold and I like them kind of melty =P

Vacation is this week, which pretty much rocks. I have some plans with friends in a few days, and in the meanwhile I'm going to be doing... Nothing. Absolutely blissful nothing. Then I'm stuck going up to Vermont next weekend, but only for two days. At least it gives me a chance to catch up on some reading.

And I downloaded some new music; The Sufferer and the Witness, Rise Against. I actually really like it, too. Usually I buy a cd and there are only a few really intense (GAH! that word..) songs on there, but this all pretty much loud and very fast. Just the way I like it. What else... A random AFI song, the new 3 Doors Down single, and another Breaking Benjamin song, Breath. Leesh told me it was good, and she was right. Lately, I've been plugged into my ipod more often than not, which worries me a little. I don't want to be completely dependent on a piece of overrated and expensive technology.

I'm going into the realm of dance now, so don't expect to understand much of the following XD About three years ago, I went into a store and I saw a pair of shoes on display. They were red (which was excellent). They were pointe shoes (a.k.a. toe shoes, worn in ballet so that you can actually go up on the tips of your toes, fairly awesome). They had taps on them (I almost died). Ergo, I started ballet, and then pointe the next year, SO I COULD WEAR THOSE SHOES. That's how amazing they are. I don't know how many times I've been dancing around my room to my ipod and wished that I could go up en pointe and then actually tap in them at the same time. And now, my dream may finally be realized. The name: T-Perina by Sansha, size 9, width X, color peach (they don't actually come in red, but I can fix that), price $50.00 with shipping, owner = me. I already edited a pic for color, I'll post it. Awesomeness!

Being a loser rocks.

So Billy and V are having a photoshop contest? I may need to enter, if you'd care to fill me in.

I wrote a lot for having nothing to talk about. Should probably put this energy into the yearbook pages I'm supposed to be doing.

L

You'll never get me alive // 'Cause I'm still here (Kill All Your Friends - MCR)

Things I'm supposed to be doing right now:

1. Writing the two page report due tomorrow (not started yet)
2. Working on one of two yearbook pages due Friday that I can't work on again until Thurs.
   

I'm getting good at this procrastination thing. You're a terrible influence, William.

So, let's see. I went to a semiformal last night, and we all know how that went... A friend of mine who transferred last year slept over Friday night and we hung out Saturday, which was pretty cool. And then the dance itself. I can divide it into three parts. For the first hour or so, I sat around wondering when they would play some real music, periodically getting up to stand on the dance floor and sit back down. Thouroughly examined all the items in my purse. For the second hour, I was actually starting to get sort of angry, so I figured out how I would burn the school down. (The semi was in the gym. There were these candles and fake branches on the tables, so I could have lit a gum wrapper, lit the branches, lit someone's bag that had perfume in it, that would explode, the streamers and tablecloths would catch, and I could roast marshmellows and make smores.) And then they put some Aerosmith on, followed by a happy succession of Paramore, Fall Out Boy, and some pretty sick techno, and I was so relieved that I had something to listen to that I danced for the entire third hour. Since my idea of a dance would be some combination of a ballet/tap class and an intense mosh pit, I guess it was alright. Not fun, but I didn't kill myself, so that was good.

And *GASP!* someone actually asked me out! (First time since... I was thirteen. I'm way too popular for my own good. Which reminds to shout out to V: your words of wisdom are much appreciated. =) I'll enjoy shaking things up for another two and a half years, eh?) Kind of a funny story. So, on Friday night, someone calls the house, and my mom picks up. No one answers. Then the phone rings again, with the same results. Five more times. We let it ring, machine picks up, no message. Figured the moronic phones weren't working. My state has some minor technology issues, as you may have previously noticed. Don't get me started on the digital cable. So there's nothing after that, then I go to dance (class) in the morning... And when we come home, my dad's ranting about the same occurences, but wait! There's a message. Dad thought it was a girl, but no, it was a guy from my school... Who called again before my friend and I had much of a chance to do anything else. He asked if I would go to the semi with him (which was at this point, eight hours away). Told him I had plans to go with my friends (absolutely true). Sidenote: He is really nice, but I'm not even remotely attracted to him; common interests + chemistry = a resounding goose egg. During the semi two of his friends tried to get me to ask him to dance because he didn't have the guts to come to me. I didn't. But, contrary to popular belief, I'm not a complete jerk so my friends and I pulled him out on the floor for a few fast songs. I left shortly afterward. I think I got to sleep around 1:00, then I got up at 6:45 to go read at church. Did pretty well, so that made me happy.

Not looking forward to tomorrow, both because of the events at the dance and that I have to go to another stinking awards ceremony and I'm missing ballet and jazz. Which sucks. And then there's double theology first thing in the morning. But I'll live... I usually do =D I can't possibly die of boredom, anyways, I have way too much fun when there's nothing to do. I've really wanted to add onto TTM and the rest of the NLC for ages, maybe I'll finally get around to it. I was inspired by this Three Stooges episode I saw a while ago. Pretty awesome stuff. You'll love it. And there's a few notable birthdays coming up that we may just have to celebrate.

You know how what language you think in indicates your main language? Like, if someone grew up speaking both Spanish and English, they could see which was more dominant by figuring out what language their thoughts were in. Well, the other day, I had a thought in Latin o_O Our teacher asked us (rhetorically) if we were ready for the quiz we were about to take. The thought that popped through my head: semper (always). Minus the English translation. It was extremely cool in a creepy kind of way.

And that's pretty much it unless I think of something else to write =)

L

Life, the Universe, Ect.

I have confronted the fact that I am, probably, the world's worst blogger. I have also accepted it as another of my flaws I don't feel like improving and moved on. I do apologize for being lame though. It's just in my nature...

I had a snow day, yesterday, which was kind of nice. So I spent Mardi Gras... how? I can't even remember what I did yesterday. I think I sat on my bed for a while and messed with my ipod, and then sat on the couch for a while and watched TV. I did have dance, though. Tuesdays are kind of fun; I help teach a tap class, then I chill at the studio for another two and a half hours until I have my own tap class. For the last 45 minutes or so my friends and I usually do something stupid like (this week) bowling with two extremely squished clementines and six empty water bottles. Sounds lame, I know, but it was actually pretty fun. Who doesn't like the smell of pulverized citrus fruit?

Somewhere in between everything I have to do through the day, I end up thinking about pretty much everything; life, death, the human mind, the works. Probably too much. Lately, I've been doing some pretty specific self-reflection. (Opinions on the following would be appreciated, even I don't know if what goes on in my head is at all logical.) I've been called 'intense' a lot recently... As in, several times a week/day. E.G. In math class, we were talking about something unimportant, I think it was stuff we had when we were little, and I said something about how I never actually liked dolls. (I mean, really, what's the point? A plastic, disproportionate infant, woohoo...) Immediately, everyone involved in the conversation was like, "Woah, Lauren, you've got some pretty intense anger there" or something to that point. And this happens regularly, mind you. But do I? I absolutely fascinate myself, and as narcissistic as that sounds, it's sort of true. It comes down to me being overly intense or my entire school being incredibly laid back.

Another thought process: On the news, someone's always talking about campaign fundraising, and how Obama has 30 million but Hillary only has 13 and those kinds of riveting topics. What if, *gasp*, they actually put that money toward the causes they claim to work towards? Benefits:

1. It might actually be toward a good cause
2. Good publicity for the candidates
3. They establish the kind of work they would do if they got elected
4. It would set an excellent example for all the billionares sitting on their money for a lack of a better use for it
5. Many of them talk about change while they plod down the same old campaign route

If a candidate put their funds toward something other than advertising that no one pays attention to anyways, they'd get my vote. If only it would happen... Also up for comment.

See, if I ruled the world, I could make so many changes. But, in light of my opinions on society, ruling the world would make me a hypocrite who doesn't deserve to manage so much as a public restroom. Life rocks.